Title: In The Sun
Pairing: Maggie/Lena, Maggie/Bianca, undertones of Bianca/Lena
Disclaimer: Um, nope, don't own them!
Rating: Mature (sex, language, adult themes)

Timeline: Not that important but a lot of the plot shit (JR being trashed by stupid plot twists and the unabortion) just didn't happen - no JR and Babe over and over again, Josh is just a product of stolen eggs... anything along those lines, heh.

Notes: Italics are "present" scenes, basically detailing the aftermath of the affair, don't want anyone to get too confused:-)

Teaser: In the end, in the sunlight of the aftermath, when Bianca's life crumbles beneath her, it's no one's fault but her own...

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I picture you in the sun wondering what went wrong
And falling down on your knees asking for sympathy
And being caught in between all you wish for and all you seen
And trying to find anything you can feel that you can believe in

I know I would apologize if I could see your eyes
'Cause when you showed me myself I became someone else
But I was caught in between all you wish for and all you need

If there is anyone who is in the sun
Will you help me to understand
'Cause I been caught in between all I wish for and all I need
Maybe you're not even sure what it's for
Any more than me

- Joseph Arthur, 'In the Sun'

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Prologue...

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Lena knew the look on Bianca's face—pale and slightly breathless, slim form trembling slightly, standing in the dim winter sunlight with an almost painfully tense stance. She looked almost painfully emotional and while a small and nostalgic part of the Polish woman ached at the pain her previous lover was feeling, it was muted at best.

Bianca was angry, and Lena found she didn't truly care.

"It was bad enough I've had to deal with your sister since I came to town," Lena snapped tiredly, feeling stretched thin after the last months of too much feeling, and too little reason. But feeling wasn't reasonable, and she knew that for a fact.

"You thought, what, my family would welcome you with open arms?" Bianca gave a short snort, shaking her head and scuffing a boot against the chilly ground. "You slept with Maggie—" It was the tone that cut at Lena, and she stiffened, stepping closer to Bianca.

"Amazing how Maggie is hated for doing the same thing Babe Carey does every season, isn't it?"

"Don't talk about Babe—"

And that brought it out.

It was the undercurrent of disgust in Bianca's defensive voice that triggered a rush of the old hurt coming back— Bianca hadn't refused her request to come to Poland years earlier for anything other than one reason, one blonde reason.

Maggie hadn't been the only one to come second to Bianca when it came to Babe Carey.

"I don't even know why I came here," Lena bit out, exhausted, pressing fingertips against her face, feeling heated with the old jealousy, now brought out by Maggie— small and dark and vulnerable and beautiful in a way she'd never quite seen before.

And loyal, impossibly and painfully loyal to whomever had her heart.

Only two women had ever truly affected Lena's heart in her life— Bianca had been the first and when she'd ended it, she'd felt sure that there would never be another woman like her. And now there was Maggie, and who could have dreamed of such a ludicrous shift in her world?

Six months, since this had started, and a month since Bianca had fled, tail between her legs, to her sister and mother, telling her own version of this story. Lena had heard enough of it, over the last two days, to grind her teeth and brace herself for the aftermath.

Better she get attacked for these sins than Maggie, though.

"None are blameless in this, Bianca, you have to know that."

It was useless, she knew that, but she had to try anyway— Lena hadn't started this, knew she hadn't, and knew on some level that if she hadn't of been the one to play this part, some other woman would have stepped forward to soothe Maggie's hurt.

Lena tried anyway, because she cared too much not to.